Fun Fact: I spent a month or two in Arkansas when I was but a lisping lad of mincing cluelessness. I don’t want to talk about it! But I feel like I should do a full disclosure as to why this surprises me not a bit:
The Twitter user it came from is claiming she took it at a Harps Grocery Store in Mountain Home, Arkansas. The blogger who made the above juxtaposition has included the phone number of the store. Perhaps a polite, respectful phone call is in order? Just to get all of this sorted out?
I mean, I’m not saying the store is treating queers like their love is pornographic, but every child knows what’s behind that sign. Dirty. Filthy. Not to be looked at, would make your mother and the baby Jesus cry if you read that, that trash. That love between two men. Gross. Get it away.
Because if they are doing that to young queer children, if they are putting that self-hatred on them that early in their lives, on top of growing up in Mountain Home, Arkansas, then we need to push back. This shit starts far too early in life for us to pretend we can make a nice video about being brave and every broken thing will be healed. That’s not how life works.